“People with no hope are easy to control”
The walls have survived your passing.
They still surround; the doors still open.
The wood has absorbed your breaths
and daily exhale it into still air.
The floor still presses against your footsteps;
the curtains attempt to shield you yet from the sun.
Your last book still waits for your fingers;
the imprints still show you sitting in your chair
To a house, time does not exist;
we always exist there, our movements
fixed in it’s memories as a constant now.
Every inch filled, sealed with existing.
Don’t ask it to forget, don’t ask it to be aware
if I’m to survive your passing.
Let us exist every moment of our life as if in a loop
and daily exhale it into still air.
Ariel
Nov 3, 2011
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